"You fucking sissy whore!!! So this is why you don't want to fuck meanymore!! I should have known you miserable faggot!!"She walked into the room, her...high heels clicking on the waxed floor asshe circled me. God, she was so beautiful. Seeing her while exposed likethis made me lose it. She had always been a super hot woman and she wasdressed so pretty and sexy. Her long blond hair was perfection and shegave me a little flirty smile. I somehow couldn't control my desires andslowly continued to. ’ ‘Bye Sharon.’ Ashleigh hung up the phone feeling somewhat relieved. It seemed that she really did find a new friend in Sharon and maybe something more. She went back to work with a wider smile on her face after that call. Later that night, when Sharon called, Ashleigh was comfortably lounging on her sofa. The two women discussed the events of the weekend in some detail, including the present state of their own relationship. Sharon broached the subject after they had talked for some time. She gave the details how my hand would take hold of her vulva from behind, give it a squeeze before I'd caress it with my fingers. I'd rub my hand over it from her belly, over her clit pressing the material of her bloomers into her crevice and up the crack of her arse. I would repeat this rubbing her till she had her cum, before pulling them down to give me access to her bare pussy then 'do' her again.In her dreams she would struggle and cry out as I 'forced' my attentions on her, and admitting. Her feet dance and skip. Her eyes spill fresh tears down her cheeks and still she’s howling miserably, pleading – screaming – for us to stop.Lillian’s feet leave the ground when the current hits again. Her tits stretch away from her body. I imagine them tearing from her chest, her pride and joy, the assets she uses at the club to extract money from men like me. She wheezes, puts her feet down to relieve the pressure, only to find the current. It stabs at her toes, her calves trembling to carry.